King of Gods Chapter 1584 - All Kinds of Tricks Several more figures charged out of the fog.

“As expected of the Tenth Prince and Young Master! I just wonder how long they’ve been waiting here!” a sallow-skinned youth commented with composure.

“Eh? Who’s that kid?”

“Why don’t I remember him?”

Attention swiftly shifted to Zhao Feng in their discussion.

At fifteen, possessing initial-level Star Origin Realm cultivation seemed utterly commonplace and forgettable, leaving scant memory of this young man. Yet now, notice was compelled toward him, as he likely claimed third place behind the Tenth Prince and Young Master Wei.

Merely the Tenth Prince and Young Master Wei were aware that Zhao Feng arrived first, though they kept silent on the matter.

Right then, Hua Tianfeng burst from the mist.

“That was close!” He sighed in relief only after emerging.

Spotting Zhao Feng made his eyes bulge, his thoughts plunging into chaos.

He figured the initial trial's harshness would bar Zhao Feng's passage. Regret even stirred over missing the chance to slay him. Shockingly, Zhao Feng had passed!

Unbeknownst to himself, dread toward Zhao Feng started creeping into Hua Tianfeng's heart.

Having cleared the first challenge, he found a spot to rest and recuperate, bracing for the upcoming one.

Successive figures stumbled from the fog, each more battered than the previous, with scant moments to heal.

After three days, a voice declared, “Those still trapped in the illusion have failed. The second test starts immediately!”

No sooner had the voice faded...

Brrrooom!

The scene before the assembled prodigies shattered, reforming into a majestic vista.

Myriad jagged peaks thrust toward thunderous dark skies. Thick lightning bolts sporadically plunged down.

Ferocious Yao beasts appeared, slithering over mountains, soaring through skies, and lurking in woods and streams.

“Scram from my path!” The Tenth Prince's expression hardened as he lunged ahead.

Golden dragons materialized as he advanced, radiating fearsome aura that intimidated the wild creatures.

Allowing Zhao Feng first in the prior trial might stem from some illusion-immune treasure, but he vowed dominance in this second one.

Yet upon dashing forward, the Tenth Prince discovered the trial's deceptive complexity. Beyond evident perils, oppressive air hindered flight for those below Divine Transformation Realm, complicating evasion of threats.

Rival geniuses refused to lag, mindful of watching Lu Fei’er and Lu Qin’er. Strong showings could earn fairy favor, opening marriage prospects despite not claiming top spot.

The prodigies unleashed diverse skills to press on.

Swish!

Zhao Feng flicked his wrist, calling forth a silver bird-like automaton. Mounting it, he soared skyward.

Though plain-looking, this mid-Divine Transformation flying automaton boasted unmatched speed and nimbleness.

Thwish!

It traced a silvery arc through the air, evading beasts and lightning with ease.

“Such an impressive automaton!”

“Who’s this youngster with such exquisite flying automaton!”

Astonishment gripped the geniuses as Zhao Feng surged past them.

Automatons cost dearly, premium ones fetching city-equaling sums. Many owned combat models, but flying variants eluded them all.

Zhao Feng's masterful handling let the automaton skirt every hazard.

Ahead loomed a haughty figure atop a dark lion vulture—Hua Tianfeng.

Though Divine Transformation level, the vulture's bulk impaired its maneuverability, rendering it suboptimal here.

Detecting a pursuer, Hua Tianfeng scanned with Spiritual Sense and paled.

“Impossible! You...!” Hua Tianfeng exclaimed in shock.

Thwish!

The silver automaton overtook on the black lion vulture's left, its aura unbalancing the beast.

Arrogant and vengeful, Hua Tianfeng plotted against Zhao Feng, who retaliated by disrupting him now.

The vulture's instability slowed it, just as lightning struck its opposite wing.

Fury boiled in Hua Tianfeng, but stabilization demanded his focus.

Zhao Feng overtook him and sped away, surpassing genius after genius until sighting the Tenth Prince and Young Master Wei.

The Tenth Prince rode a golden dragon phantom pulsing terrifying pressure forward. Young Master Wei advanced swiftly on a mechanical flying boat.

Both detected Zhao Feng's approach simultaneously and frowned.

“It’s him again!” they chorused.

Young Master Wei eyed Zhao Feng’s flying automaton with envy, its superior build outclassing his boat.

“You won’t surpass me!” Young Master Wei infused power into his boat's controls.

Unaware how Zhao Feng shattered the illusion so swiftly for first, this trial pitted flying tools directly. His inferior craft was offset by superior cultivation, ensuring victory in this raw power clash.

Swoosh...

Three luminous trails hurtled onward, sidestepping perils.

Not one yielded ground!

Thwish!

The Tenth Prince hit the finish first, Zhao Feng and Young Master Wei tying just behind.

Stowing his automaton, Zhao Feng sat indifferently, disregarding them.

Though missing first in the second trial, Zhao Feng hadn't pushed hard. This one mattered little; the third was pivotal.

Two days elapsed, ten reaching the end.

Tenth was Hua Tianfeng, ashen-faced and disheveled, evidently battered en route.

He glowered murderously at Zhao Feng, yearning to dismember him.

“Commence the ultimate trial!” the ghostly voice proclaimed.

Five enormous combat arenas erupted from the ground before the ten elites.

“Just as anticipated, the finale demands combat. The sole survivor claims first!” Young Master Wei grinned assuredly, sneering at Zhao Feng.

“Select a platform and clash!” the ethereal voice instructed simply, outlining the rules.

Five platforms meant shared ones forced duels.

“Right!” The Tenth Prince's gaze sharpened; he streaked as a golden dragon to the first platform.

The rest nine targeted the remaining four.

Young Master Wei claimed third, Hua Tianfeng fourth, Zhao Feng fifth.

The laggard reluctantly joined the Tenth Prince's platform, yielding instantly upon entry.

Clashes ignited across other arenas.

Zhao Feng faced an initial-Divine Transformation sword cultivator whose gaze gleamed icily.

“Incredible you reached the third trial at your level, but your journey ends here!” the sword cultivator bellowed, surging like a frigid blade.

Zhao Feng remained still, retrieving four banners from his interspatial dimension and arraying them around.

Bzzzz!

Activating, the banners shot azure light pillars that fused into a shielding dome over Zhao Feng.

The sword cultivator's strikes failed to dent the azure shield.

“I’ll shatter it!” His eyes frosted; he slashed relentlessly.

The barrier flickered but endured unyieldingly.

Zhao Feng gestured, unleashing two mid-Divine Transformation automatons from the array to assail the sword cultivator.

“You coward! Cowering while automatons fight!” the sword cultivator raged.

A genius able to battle mid-level foes as initial-Divine Transformation, yet two overwhelmed him. Nearing collapse, he surrendered.

Concurrently, Hua Tianfeng triumphed on the fourth platform.

Abruptly, Zhao Feng’s platform merged with the fourth, pitting them against each other.

Zhao Feng stayed nonchalant, content to array-sit and let defenses claim victories.

Elsewhere, first linked to second; third stood alone after Young Master Wei’s win.

“Today, you die!” Hua Tianfeng unleashed pent-up wrath.

Swish!

He summoned two initial-Divine Transformation black lion vultures, fists whipping a howling vortex at Zhao Feng.

“No quarter for you!” Zhao Feng smirked, palming three metal orbs.

Thwish! Thwish! Thwish!

Orbs streaked toward vultures and Hua Tianfeng. Kaboom! They erupted into fiery maelstroms.

Vultures suffered grievous wounds, flesh shredded and bloodied. Hua Tianfeng took severe damage, lips trickling crimson.

“Self-exploding artifacts!” Hua Tianfeng gritted teeth, fists balled.

Such initial-Divine Transformation injuring tools equated Heaven-level low-class divine weapons' worth. Zhao Feng's extravagance stunned even him.

Vultures disabled, two mid-Divine Transformation automatons swarmed Hua Tianfeng.

No mere talent, he parried the duo effectively.

Though Star Origin initial-level, Zhao Feng wielded array safeguards, potent automatons, and explosive tools.

Hua Tianfeng harbored aces too. Eyes aflame, he resolved total commitment.

“Begone!” Foreseeing the ploy, Zhao Feng produced three more orbs, launching at Hua Tianfeng.

Boom! Bang!

Trump card undrawn, Hua Tianfeng blasted off-platform, chest charred.

“No, this can’t be...!” Hua Tianfeng wailed in despair.

Zhao Feng ejected him pre-trumpet reveal, convinced victory stemmed from gadgets, not prowess.

Yet those gadgets terrified: costly explosives, array, combat automatons—plus prior flying one. Arsenal overwhelmed.

Their collective worth astounded Hua Tianfeng. Did Zhao Feng hail from elite lineage?